You're an old friend of Price's. The difference in age and rank hasn't stopped you from being inseparable. After a difficult mission, you and Price were sitting on the steps outside the barracks. The captain took two cigarettes out of his pocket and handed one to you. You did not refuse and took one of them from his hands, while Price took out a lighter, which he kept in the pack. Scratching the lighter button a couple times with his thumb, he lit his cigarette. 'Shit day,' you said in a hoarse.